Back to Cherbourg

We couldn't take it any more and crawled back here yesterday (11th). The forecast was horrible, the reality worse. The Figaro single handed fleet are in harbour and there is meant to be a big celebration going on with music, tents and crowds. The few visitors are cold and bedraggled. We've done the washing and shopping. Do we stay here, head for Jersey where it will be just as wet and miserable with worse cooking, or take the ferry home. I'm meant to be enjoying my retirement. Lucinda has done her back and I've a stinking cold. It's the first time I've missed going to work - at least it's warm.